I’ve been obsessed with writing lately, which, as a writer, sounds amazing: I’m writing so much! I’m journaling and drafting articles and submitting pitches! I’m doing all the writerly things!
But it’s starting to bum me out.
I spend all day thinking about writing. I brainstorm in the shower, craft dialogue while driving, and create characters as I’m working out. I pause whatever I’m doing to jot down ideas for articles and blog posts. I whip up fiction in Scrivener and start new article drafts in Medium.
And when I’m not writing or thinking up things to write about, I’m doing all the administrative work related to writing: tracking deadlines, updating my website, scheduling social media posts.
All day, every day, I’m focused on writing.
What I’m not doing is living.
I’m not fully engaged in conversations because that thing that person said just kicked off a mental thread of topics I could write about.
I’m not going for walks outdoors because it would mean leaving my laptop and there’s just too much write down.
